My family fled Syria for America at the start of the civil war in that country, but now I'm a fully mature 18 year old. My parents, especially my father, would constantly complain about how I would dress and act, saying I was too Americanized and was turning my back on my people. However, one thing I did to make him happy was stay away from boys... well until I met Dan...
Dan just moved into our neighborhood and was new to the school, but he was everything a girl could want: tall, confident, funny, muscular, pale, blonde, blue eyes, chisled jaw. He was practically a male model. I might have stayed away from boys until now out of respect for my dad, but there was no way I was going to pass up my chance to get a shot at Dan. My problem was every other girl wanted to get with him too. How was I going to stand out? I had an idea...
When I saw him at school the next day in the hall, I walked up to him.
"Hey Dan," I said flirtatiously, playing with my jet black hair with a cute yet sexy smile on my face.
"Hey Fatimah, what do you want?" he said back to me, seemingly exhausted and impatient.
"Well," I said, not changing my demeanor, "I want to have sex with you," I said, knowing that practically every guy would jump at the offer to have sex, especially when offered by a relatively sexy girl like me. I had nice dark skin and eyes, thick lips, thin waist, not much belly fat to speak of, and pretty decent ass and titties as compared to other girls of my grade.
"You realize you're not even the first today to ask me? Why should I prioritize you above the others? You think that will make me want to be in a relationship with you? I know you girls function. Each time I fuck one of you without getting into a relationship, you become depressed, because this is ultimately what it's about, you want to date me and think if I fuck you, I'll date you. Well, you got to offer a lot more than that because the competition is crazy high."
"Oh yeah? Well how many of those girls are virgins? I'll be giving you something that can only be given once, no other man has been inside of me." I was confident that this would sell him. His demeanor changed, he pulled back a little, although definitely seemed more open now.
"Okay then," he said, with a smile growing on his face, "my parents are out of town for the weekend, meet me at my place on Saturday at 5:30 PM. Show me you can impress me." He then gave me his address.
I walked away, unable to contain my excitement and squealing along the way. I just knew I was going to make Dan my new boyfriend, but that said, I had to put in the effort. I had my hair done and went shopping for some super sexy clothes, buying a cute black skirt barely covering my ass, a thong, stockings, and a really cute tight tube top. Finally, it was the special day. I dressed up in all the clothes I had bought. I added some makeup and admired myself in the mirror. As I was admiring myself, I thought I looked so sexy. My smooth tanned sexy legs barely covered in cute black stockings, my soft round ass practically visible under my skirt, a sliver of my bronze skin showing from underneath my tube top, with my boobs pouring over the top of it.
As I walked down the stairs, ready to finally have Dan fuck me for the first time, my dad saw how I was dressed. He berated me for a few minutes, telling me I looked like a prostitute, and that I had become too corrupted and Westernized. I insisted that all I was doing was seeing my friends, and luckily he believed me. If he really knew where I was going, there was no way he would have ever let me. His pure little Muslim girl going to be defiled by Western cock, his worst nightmare, and yet, at the same time, her, my, biggest dream.
As I leave my house however, I see every guy on the street checking me out. I know they're looking at my sexy outfit with hungry eyes, wanting to consume me, sexually, as I struck the right balance between revealing and leaving what's rest to imagination. Finally, I had arrived at Dan's house, another girl, with bright blue eyes and blonde locks in tight shorts and a white blouse came prancing out. As I stepped in and Dan welcomed me in, I asked him about it.
"Well, you know, I'm a desirable guy, you weren't the only girl trying to sleep with me, lots of other girls offered sex in hopes of trying to date me," he said with a huge shit-eating grin on his face.